Sunday, May 31, 2015
Marilyn, Arlene and Terry...at times of loss when words fail, memories rush to the rescue and cradle the heart. How very many wonderful memories come flooding back when I think of Mack and all the times our families found ourselves together by one lake or another. Paint Lake holds a special fondness and watching bears at the dump comes a close second. And then there were the lazy summer days at Port Franks where Mack patiently taught each of us kids how to waterski behind his old silver boat. It's comforting now to muse about how he and dad must be sitting on a shore somewhere in Heaven enjoying one another's friendship once again. Truly he was a blessing to his friends and no doubt to many who crossed his path. While no one will miss him more than you, he will not be forgotten by those of us who's lives he touched. Praying for you all in the days ahead.
